Katie posted about the new GIRLS album back in July and now you can preview it in its entirety. Head over to The Hype Machine to listen to Father, Son, Holy Ghost before it is released on September 13th.

I’ve been anticipating a bumper crop of concerts in Toronto this fall, and what a harvest it’s going to be! Tune-yards, Lykke Li, Peter Bjorn and John, Ra Ra Riot… my wallet’s going to be as empty and cold as my ex-boyfriend’s parents. And so, Music Between Friends presents our fall edition of the Toronto Concert Update.

Exactly two years after the release of their debut album, Album, and one year after the release of Broken Dreams Club EP, San Francisco’s Girls have announced the release of their third album, Father, Son, Holy Ghost.

To me, Album carried the sound of teenagers messing around on guitars, sprawled out on the worn-out couch in the darkened garage. Broken Dreams Club sounded like the painful spring break spent mourning over unrequited love under the cabana. In my head, Father, Son, Holy Ghost is the confessionary of a post-collegiate idlewild who’s wisened-up to the perils of heartbreak.

Based on the track listing, this will be a fully-fleshed out album that explores a variety of bodily functions (Vomit; Die) and controversial topics (Magic). There’s even a track called Jamie Marie (Album contained a track called Lauren Marie). This only confirms my suspicions that nearly every North American female has been saddled with that middle name, including myself.

According to the band, the album was recorded in the basement of an office building with a variety of “tube and transistor based recording” devices. The lineup was also tweaked with the addition of drummer Darren Weiss and guitarist John Anderson to join Christopher Owens and Chet White.

Music Between Friends will be sure to release the album’s single as soon as it comes out!

I’m just going to start off by saying that if you’re reading this at work, stop.

This post is NSFW. All of these songs have content that might get you in trouble.

I’ve always been able to get away with cussing. I think it’s my cutesy, girlish voice; it seems to be able to soften even the Professor McGonagalliest of hearts. Growing up, it was always my sister whose diet consisted of a steady supply of Dove soap (hurray for double standards!). I’ve been trying to cut back on swearing, and have instead practiced a range of dirty looks that are much more immature and hilarious.

Just found out about this band after creating the online ticket sales for them at the Sled Island Music Festival. Every time I see another female crying for a really lame reason, I find myself thinking “fuck her tears!“. SO WHAT IF YOUR COOKIES DIDN’T TURN OUT. MAKE ANOTHER BATCH. PUT IN A TAMPON.

MP3:Shave My Pussy – Chad Vangaalen

Oh Chad Vangaalen; you know exactly what it’s like to be a modern girl. As a tween who snuck old copies of Cosmopolitan out of her older friends’ bedrooms, I can attest that many a girl places her self-worth in the tidiness of her hedges.

According to Girls, all you need to be a Big Bad Mean Motherfucker:
– Short jean shorts
– Ice cream cone
No mention of actual mothers, but I guess they just gravitate toward you when you have a dripping vanilla cone and frayed denim shorts hanging off your bony hipster ass.